A.N - My very first fanfic so be gentle, ive had this sitting around for a while but i finally got round to it anyway. um yeh....R&R please
A.N My first fanfic so go easy. R&R to let me know what u think and if there's any errors left in i'm sorry but i've checked it twice now. :P Enjoy
Disclaimer: I dont own any of the places mentioned in this fic. They belong to Bethesda or something. And if u recognise a name....then i don't own that either. All that is mine is Durgaz and Lydia in this fic.
Durgaz turned as he heard the footsteps behind him. Approaching him was a young looking dark elf woman (although it was so hard to tell with elves who could live for hundreds of years) outfitted in a full set of bonemold armor. Durgaz recognized her as a member of the fighter's guild, which was unusual for a dunmer such as herself.
"Greetings" he called as she drew nearer.
"Good day outlander", she replied, "I feel I should recognize you."
"I was just thinking the same thought," he said. "Are you by any chance a member of the fighter's guild in Balmora?"
"Ah yes, and now that you mention it I do recognize you. You're the orc who cleared out that necromancer's den up on Sheogorath last month. My name is Lydia, Lydia Boran although I am afraid I do not recall yours."
"Ah the former ashlander! My name is Durgaz gro Ozul." Lydia looked shocked.
"You are the son of the Nerevarine?" she asked.
"Yes he was my father though I never did meet him in person"
"Well I am honoured to meet you and also offer my condolences on his passing."
They walked on in silence for an hour or so before the sun began to slip below the horizon. They stopped to make camp some five miles from fort Moonmoth and as they settled down by a fire they talked to one another of their exploits within the guild.
It turned out that Lydia was just as accomplished a warrior as Durgaz and they talked for several hours before Lydia grew too drowsy to talk.
As she unbuckled her armor and laid it to one side, Durgaz left to gather more wood for the night. When he returned she had fallen asleep but as he removed his own armor he noticed the letter "A" branded on her back. Making a mental note of it he turned over and fell asleep.
Durgaz woke to the crash of steel on steel. Rolling to his left he sprang up grabbing his axe and turned to face the commotion. Lydia, still naked in the moonlight was fighting three armed nord bandits with only her sword and shield. Durgaz dived to her aid as she was forced to defend a thrust with her shield and parry a chop with her long sword. The third bandit was just preparing to behead her from behind when Durgaz carved his skull in two. Both of the remaining bandits gave startled looks before turning to flee back into the hills.
Lydia gave a huge sigh and sank to one knee.
"Thanks" she said, then turned and gave a grunt of disgust as she saw the mutilated head of the fallen bandit.
"That's some axe!" she exclaimed.
"It was my father's" Durgaz replied, "As was the Daedric armor."
"You also seem to have inherited his prowess in battle, you're the first man, mer or orc I've seen wield one of those things with skill since I traveled with him in the eastern grasslands."
You met my father?" he inquired.
"Long ago, whilst he was still seeking for the clans to name him Nerevarine. It's almost dawn so we might as well go," she said and stooped to put on her armor. Durgaz collected his belongings as well. There was little to pick up, a few potions of healing, some gold and a kagouti fang necklace that had belonged to his mother. Then he too put on his armor and they began the hike to Balmora.